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A tall, eerie figure stands in the distance amidst a landscape of crumbling ruins, shrouded in an atmosphere of darkness and dread. His elongated limbs stretch unnaturally, with arms and legs extending far beyond normal proportions. Glowing runic symbols are etched into both of his pale, colorless hands, emitting a bright, ominous gray light that flickers against the surrounding shadows. He is clad in a Victorian-era detective suit, meticulously tailored in shades of silver and gray. Despite its metallic color, the suit is unmistakably made of leather, its texture visible in the dim light, creaking subtly with his every movement. His face is utterly featureless—devoid of eyes, nose, or mouth—his skin an unnaturally pale hue, as if he lacks any true form of life. The entire scene is drenched in a chilling atmosphere, where thick fog swirls around shattered stone pillars and broken structures. The heavy darkness is only interrupted by the strange glow of the runes, casting shifting shadows that seem almost alive. The presence of the faceless figure looms ominously, an embodiment of mystery and terror, as if he is not just standing there but watching—despite having no eyes to see
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A tall, eerie figure stands in the distance amidst a landscape of crumbling ruins, shrouded in an atmosphere of darkness and dread. His elongated limbs stretch unnaturally, with arms and legs extending far beyond normal proportions. Glowing runic symbols are etched into both of his pale, colorless hands, emitting a bright, ominous gray light that flickers against the surrounding shadows.
He is clad in a Victorian-era detective suit, meticulously tailored in shades of silver and gray. Despite its metallic color, the suit is unmistakably made of leather, its texture visible in the dim light, creaking subtly with his every movement. His face is utterly featureless—devoid of eyes, nose, or mouth—his skin an unnaturally pale hue, as if he lacks any true form of life.
The entire scene is drenched in a chilling atmosphere, where thick fog swirls around shattered stone pillars and broken structures. The heavy darkness is only interrupted by the strange glow of the runes, casting shifting shadows that seem almost alive. The presence of the faceless figure looms ominously, an embodiment of mystery and terror, as if he is not just standing there but watching—despite having no eyes to see
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